I woke up at 6 am to get up for my first day of work, but I relaxed for a little bit since I didn't have to be there until 8. I was halfway between excited and nervous for starting this new job. I was excited because this job could potentially change the rest of my life for the better, but I'm nervous to see Connor again. After him bluntly asking me to be his sub and then kissing me after walking me to my place things could be very awkward.
Knowing him though, he may just act normal as if yesterday never happened.
Oh well, if he wants to ignore what happened then two can play at that game. But what if he asks me if I've thought about what he asked me and had an answer yet? To be honest I haven't stopped thinking about it since I got home, but it never really lead me to an answer on what I want to do.
Sure yeah being on the outside of the situation and for someone with common sense the answer would be a hell no. Not many people would agree to basically have every bit of your freedom taken away from you, and to allow someone to make all of the decisions. It's a little dehumanizing if you think about it. But being put in the situation myself I can't help but feel intrigued at the whole idea. There are a lot of benefits of this whole thing; I wouldn't have to worry about money and I'd belong to one of the most gorgeous men I've laid eyes on.
So far doing little things for him and most likely sexual favors doesn't seem all that bad.
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I got out of the shower, got ready and made myself some toast for breakfast. By now it was 7:30 am and I was about to head out of the door when I received a text message from Connor. I don't recall ever exchanging numbers yet his was saved in my phone? Well he did call me before to schedule an interview so maybe he saved it then, but that doesn't explain how his number was saved into mine. Did he take my phone while I wasn't paying attention?
Nevertheless the text was just a very detailed coffee order that he wanted me to get before he comes to his office at 8:30.
I sighed to myself, realizing that this will probably be a regular thing from now on, so I might as well get used to it and memorize it.
Once I got to the nearest Starbucks which was conveniently on the way to work, I decided since I was there I might as well grab a coffee as well.
I got into work with two coffees in my hand and walked straight to Zoe's desk to say hey and chat for a little bit since I Connor won't be here for another half hour or so. We were both pretty excited about seeing each other daily and I could tell we were going to be close friends in no time. We already have plans on going to some little place Zoe always loves to eat at to have lunch.
After a tiny chat with Zoe I finally made my way up to the top floor where his office and now what is my little desk and waiting area.
I went straight for his office and set down his coffee, then leaving and sitting down in my own desk. I wasn't really sure what to do but then I looked down and saw a piece of paper with a list of things to do on a daily basis when he's not asking me for something. It was all things you would assume an assistant does, like taking calls, checking emails, the little things Connor doesn't have time to do go directly to me. So far it doesn't seem too terrible.
The rest of the day was nice. I learned quite a bit and I think I'm really going to like working here. When Connor got in he thanked me for the coffee and I barely even saw him for the rest of the day because he had meetings, and if I had a question I could call Zoe and she'd help me.
I was on my third day of work and I managed to have mostly everything down and I felt like I really knew what I was doing so far.
However, I had to stay extra late to help Connor with a lot of little tedious things to make his job somewhat easier. We practically spent the whole day together. I was at my desk while he was at his, his door open so I could come in and out as I please, which happened quite often.
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Yes Sir (Tronnor Fanfiction)
FanfictionTroye moves to California to have a better life for himself and to become successful. He works two jobs that don't pay that much and barely gets by with just living in a small apartment in LA. He finally gets the courage to apply for a job at Franta...